After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Chapter 1040: Chapter 1040: Don’t Understand, Can’t Comprehend

The couple set off together, leaving the nanny and housekeeper exchanging confused glances.

“Actually, we could’ve taken care of it, weren’t you hiring me to look after the kids?”

As if I don’t exist?

There’s also the children’s grandfather waiting eagerly at home, ready to take care of them.

Mr. Wen is a rare find—a good husband and good father; no matter how busy he is, he always spends time with his wife and kids upon returning home, meticulously handling every matter, even caring for the children more proficiently than they do.

In the car, Wen Yanqing opened the backseat to put Suisui into the car seat, then opened the passenger door for Lin Gantang.

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“I’ll sit in the back,” Lin Gantang said without a second thought as she climbed into the back, “to accompany Suisui.”

Wen Yanqing, feeling helpless, said, “Come here for a moment.”

“Huh?” Lin Gantang approached, puzzled.

“You don’t want your passenger seat?” Wen Yanqing tidied the strands of her hair that the wind had tousled.

“I don’t need it, any seat is fine.” Lin Gantang lifted her leg to leave, “Mr. Wen, be rational, don’t cling too much. Your daughter is still young and needs care.”

Wen Yanqing grasped the back of her neck like picking up a kitten.

Lin Gantang’s neck shrank, immobilized.

He removed the gem pendant necklace from Gantang’s neck, a gift from Wen Rendong on Suisui’s first full month, and then put on the necklace he had prepared for her.

Lin Gantang looked down to see a beautiful pear-shaped pearl dangling from her neck.

Then she saw him put the removed necklace into his suit pocket.

The gesture felt familiar, extremely practiced.

Lin Gantang tilted her head, “Are you planning to keep my gemstone?”

Wen Yanqing sincerely said, “It’s too valuable. I’ll help you store it in the safe. Don’t wear it anymore.”

“?” More valuable ones haven’t been a problem before; she just didn’t get it, Lin Gantang was befuddled.

Wen Yanqing put her in the backseat and kissed her cheek.

“Ya ya ah ah ah,” Suisui flailed her little arms in the car seat.

Wen Yanqing bent down and kissed his daughter as well, “No cuddle, sit tight.”

Lin Gantang, familiar with the routine, whipped out a toy, and Suisui’s babbling ceased in a second.

The car drove off smoothly.

Wen Yanqing parked in front of the bookstore. As he turned to speak, he saw Lin Gantang smoothly grab the milk bottle, lift her daughter, and quickly get out of the car.

He hadn’t expected this maneuver, and when he saw Lin Gantang as if she feared he might chase her to snatch Suisui, he couldn’t hold back a laugh.

He opened the door, took out the stroller from the trunk, and placed it in the bookstore, joking, “Sneaking around like that, you must be up to no good.”

Until the car’s tail disappeared around the corner, Lin Gantang pulled her head back in and gently tapped her daughter’s little cheek, saying with a smile, “Mum will take you to play later, we’ll wait for your aunt for a bit.”

Suisui couldn’t understand her mother’s words but wriggled her little body happily, joining in her mother’s laughter.

Lin Gantang held Suisui, affectionately rubbing their cheeks together.

Qian Ruoxi gathered and printed the information Lin Gantang needed from the bookstore inventory, handing it to her.

Lin Gantang put Suisui into the stroller, while Ximi stood on hind legs, front paws on the edge of the stroller.

Qian Ruoxi quickly moved to the stroller’s side with a tense face, worried the cat might scratch the baby without knowing better, and decided to pick up Ximi, “Look, look, no need to claw.”

The lifted Ximi stretched its neck, sniffed with its nose, and then meowed, “Meow?”

Qian Ruoxi, “That’s right, that’s right. It’s your young master. You should quickly log it into your information system.”

But Ximi didn’t understand, for it wasn’t the chatterbox next to her. It looked at its recognized owner Lin Gantang, meowed softly.

Qian Ruoxi nodded, “Exactly, she only had one, not like you, Catsians, with a litter of eight treasures.”

Lin Gantang: “…” Goodness, her chatty manager.

After a few meows, Ximi lay down beside the stroller, looking very much like it had no intention to leave.

Lin Gantang found this quite odd; at home, Big Mi would run away at the sight of Suisui, and if she carried it close to Suisui, the cat would get so anxious it would helicopter-ear, and to this day, Lin Gantang couldn’t figure out what it was afraid of.

Ximi really was a gentle little kitty.